( receiving the root-mother with a warm smile, golder orbs analyzing the goddess' form )
that's a face i didn't expect to see ... thank you , lady willowweave. i wish the same to you.
A tilt of her head; golden tresses cascading like a waterfall over her violet eyes. The voice ringing forth is akin to the gentle tinkle of windchimes; as honeycombed as can be.
"I didn't know of such a celebration— but a happy international women's day to you do, Miss Morax."